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me personally, I will be watching films and eating tic tacs
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 16:07, 13 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
and probably a film or two.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 16:29, Reply)
I'm about 6 episodes behind. Dunno how many I'll end up watching though.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 16:33, Reply)
In light of Belle de Jour outing herself today I was considering Secret Diary of a Call Girl.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 16:37, Reply)
Dr Magnanti said she decided to work for a high-end escort agency because she was running out of money while completing her thesis at Sheffield University in 2003.
When it got to the stage that she could not afford her rent, she asked herself: "What can I do that I can start doing straightaway, that doesn’t require a great deal of training or investment to get started, that’s cash in hand and that leaves me spare time to do my work in?"
The answer came in the form of charging £300 an hour as a prostitute for the next 14 months.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:06, Reply)
Or else my original cunning plan of cleverly photoshopped n00dz to be sold to people too computer-illiterate to find pr0n online.
It also tickled me that one article described her true self as something out of XKCD.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:09, Reply)
I couldn't stand the fast pace you live. I'm on my way to a conference in New Orleans right now (posting from the Atlanta airport) where I plan to spend some quiet time at the various churches the city is so famous for.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 16:52, Reply)
I will enjoy half an hour in my nitrous oxide tank, then change into leathers and run through the street blasting out "Hotshot city" by David Hasslehoff through a giant boom-box, while punching the air and any passing pedestrians. I will then hook up with Greasy Rob the bent copper and power slide round every roundabout in the West Midlands with the sirens and flashing lights on, whooping ecstatically, trousers round our ankles while specially trained police dogs fellate us. We'll probably end up in the local Asda car park, selling bags of deadly nightshade to the local chavs for £20 each. Then a marathon session with my number one bird, the Famous Grouse, before collapsing onto a blood-stained mattress weeping for Diana, princess of our hearts forever.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:20, Reply)
SHE IZ WIV DA ANGLES AND BABBY P AND JADE NOW
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:31, Reply)
"Princess Di's pubes" with no reserve and a suitable disclaimer in very small print.
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:49, Reply)
You could make a fortune from some
(, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:55, Reply)
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